Phil to the Future

Chapter One: Remembrance

Phil looked through his computer as he packed his belongings. Biology research papers, book reports; everything from the past looking back at him straight in the face. He found what he was looking for: his computer journal that he started ever since he got his primitive 21st Century computer. Bill Gates looked like such a hero. Phil thought. Just wait until they get a load of Winston Sneazlebrom. He smiled. Click, click. All of his reflections, his gains, his losses, all taking up but a small piece of space in the present. Or, from his point of view, the past. He skimmed over it, forgetting his packing.

10/23/06, 5:13 P.M.

My first journal entry. My dad was reminding me that we'll be getting home soon as my mom brought in this monitor for my room, but this is obviously my home, right here in 2006. Keely is turning into a spaz. She's worrying about Halloween, and what we should be. I think after everything we've been through in the past year and a half, this should be a small detail. I've been feeling kind of crazy this fall, though. Not Halloween, or the full moon. It's something I can't talk about. Mainly because I don't know what it is. Maybe it's because the Pickford Fall-Fest is coming and it's this big thing. Everyone who is 'anyone', as Keely calls them, will go and it's like a date thing...I guess I could take Keel, but it's a date thing! Confused...talk later.

Phil sighed and smiled as he thought how long ago that was, although it wasn't that far away. Probably a year ago? Yes, that's right. He kept reading:

11/1/06, 4:27 P.M.

I've decided to take Keely to Fall-Fest, no matter what people think. Weird things have been happening, though. We decided (or Keel decided) that we would be husband and wife with hatchets in our backs. We looked gruesome enough, but she seemed to be coming on to me. You think that sounds weird and it could never happen? Wrong. She wanted people at the Halloween party to take pictures of us, and she wanted to pose, with us ballroom dancing, or hugging, or even one where she kissed me on the cheek. It still feels warm. I don't know. Maybe she likes me. Is that why she was so enthusiastic about Fall-Fest? I don't know. I might start writing to you more. It's reviving. Talk later...